Things were looking up. I had a new venture in which homelessness could be my gold mine. I was uncertain how to sell the paper but I gave it a shot. I was sort of successful. One day after selling I was invited to a friend’s house. She had been talking to me off and on throughout my homelessness from the start. I didn’t tell her what happened or even describe my situation. I hastened to her house and she had a couple of drinks. Not being 211 type, I declined to partake. She got drunk and was acting very weird. She flirted with a broken voice and seemed out of touch with what was happening inside the house. We talked a while, and hung out with her child. She then sent him inside. Soon he returned. I was beginning to think something was wrong. The boy began crying loudly. She ignored my request to charge my phone and then ducked inside. Then I heard yelling. Looks like “I’m the cause of it,” I thought. The vibe I was getting was that I am an intruder!!! How could I be interrupting? I was invited or so I thought. If I was an intruder, why would someone even subject the other to that classification?
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